Nature is supposed to become greater to me than people. It ought to speak louder from me. I should feel small in the face of nature's enormity.

In art one is usually totally alone with oneself.

I think the time is coming for struggle and uncertainty. It comes into every serious and beautiful life. I knew all along that it had to come.

I know I shall not live very long... If I've painted three good pictures, then I shall leave gladly with flowers in my hand and my hair.

How happy I would be if I could give figurative expression to the unconscious feeling that often murmurs so softly and sweetly within me.

Lack of money rivets us firmly to the ground, one's wings are clipped.

I want to give colors intoxication, fullness, excitement, power by trying to forget Impressionism.

We cleave to the past too much in Germany. All of our German art is too bogged down in the conventional... I think more highly of a free person who consciously puts convention aside.

Worpswede, Worpswede, I cannot get you out of my mind... Your magnificent pine trees! I call them my men--thick, gnarled, powerful, and tall--yet with the most delicate nerves and fibers in them.

Nature was beautiful in a way he'd never imagined, but this...this was life.

There is a sacredness in tears. They are not the mark of weakness but of power. They are messengers of overwhelming grief and unspeakable love.

They say love inspires. Guess what inspires more? An enemy.

An ounce of wisdom can prevent a pound of folly.

But why must choices always lie along a linear spectrum with two poles instead of say among a sphere of possibilities

I give myself a pep talk and visualize the routine. I tell myself: "I can do this, let's go!"

I don't make personal abuse against anybody, I don't mind personal remarks.

I've just been writing a column about the way in which Fallujah and New Orleans are looking to be twin towns in effect. They're both been worked over by the Bush Administration.

I believe in soulmates, especially growing up and seeing how much my parents loved each other. They always said that they had been married in past lives, too.

Pregnancy is of course confined to women, but it is in other ways significantly different from the typical covered disease or disability.